[Verse 1]
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Little shawty, we used to be on the phone all day
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Talkin' to the sunshine shinin' on my bald head
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Now today seem strange
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No call on my celly, no name on my caller ID
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Callin' you up and ya OGs sayin' you ain't home
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What's really goin' on? I wanna know
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So gimme a call and let's play no games
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I'm playin', you want the plane
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Don't point a finger over herre
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I bought you a fur coat for your birthday
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And this the things I get shorty?
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Over there you starin' mad
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That I went out with them other chicks
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I told you they ain't shit!
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They were just some buddies from high school that I went to
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Where my old homies wanted me to kick it to 'em
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But I called you up but you wasn't home
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Baby girl when you get this message, gimme a call
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I'll be waitin' at home
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[Chorus]
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I'm so sick of being lonely
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Every night while my man goes out with his homies
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I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved
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Sick of being lonely
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Every night while my man goes out with his homies
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I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved
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[Interlude (sung)]
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Any other night, you'd be at home waitin' on me, yeah
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(What's goin' on?)
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Any other night, you'd be actin' like a bugaboo, ooh
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(What's goin' on?)
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Any other night, you'd be callin' me, stallin' me, ha
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(What's goin' on?)
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Any other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh
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(What's goin' on?)
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[Verse 2]
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Hmmm, but tonight seem different
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Man, it's about this fishy (I'm so confused)
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Cuz I ain't even did shhhh
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My wife ain't hit me on my pager or cell
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And when I CALL HER, I keep gettin' the damn voice mail
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What's goin' on? Yeah I know I'm wrong
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For goin' and comin' home at 'bout four in the mornin'
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Hopin' ya "Home Alone" like Caulkin
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But I picked the wrong time, and respect will be expected
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[Chorus w/ad libs]
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[Verse 3]
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I'm so sick of bein' lon-
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AHH, don't finish yo statement
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You alone call me, I'll be yo replacement
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Put me in the game coach, you can let that lame go
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Let me lick you on your neck and go down to yo ankles
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Cuz ain't no mo' better, freakier feller
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From the Field to creep wit', when ya guys are dummy
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Honey you lookin' good, and mo' gooder than a plate of Neck Bones
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Tenderized and yummy, the Energizer bunny can't compete with me
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Cuz I be goin' and goin', rowin'
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With mo' motion than ya ocean from night to mornin'
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Hit it huffin' and puffin', breath stankin' and yawnin'
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Something so pretty as you at home alone
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That's unbelieveable, like when the cow jumped over the moon
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Now, I never put nothin' before you
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That's like eatin' cereal, pickin' a fork over a spoon
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[Chorus 2X]
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Sick Of Being Lonely
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